New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volume 10Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1824 |
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... rest in a pavilion in the gardens . The pillars were of pure white marble ; the floor of gold , and steel , and jewellery ; and in the midst there was a fountain of quicksilver . Yet Abdoulrahman left a writing which contained this ...
... rest in a pavilion in the gardens . The pillars were of pure white marble ; the floor of gold , and steel , and jewellery ; and in the midst there was a fountain of quicksilver . Yet Abdoulrahman left a writing which contained this ...
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... rest being occupied by the family of the present proprietor . These two are said to be exactly in the same state in which they were when Voltaire left Ferney on his last journey to Paris , and they have every appearance that the truth ...
... rest being occupied by the family of the present proprietor . These two are said to be exactly in the same state in which they were when Voltaire left Ferney on his last journey to Paris , and they have every appearance that the truth ...
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... rest of her life be a mere dancing doll , If you offer the least contradiction . " Oh , there's nought like a dance to make people change sides , And a doctor may rule in a house that divides , One did once in our own House of Commons ...
... rest of her life be a mere dancing doll , If you offer the least contradiction . " Oh , there's nought like a dance to make people change sides , And a doctor may rule in a house that divides , One did once in our own House of Commons ...
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... of those votaries who have not previously wept at the feet of the weeping APRIL , or sighed in unison with the sad breath of MARCH And it is the same with all the rest . The Months . 53 The Months 53, II 131, III 263, 317.
... of those votaries who have not previously wept at the feet of the weeping APRIL , or sighed in unison with the sad breath of MARCH And it is the same with all the rest . The Months . 53 The Months 53, II 131, III 263, 317.
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... rest . They present a sweet emblem of the ideal of a happy and united human family - to each member of which the best proof you can offer that you are worthy of her love , is , that you have gained that of her sisters ; and to whom the ...
... rest . They present a sweet emblem of the ideal of a happy and united human family - to each member of which the best proof you can offer that you are worthy of her love , is , that you have gained that of her sisters ; and to whom the ...
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Page 60 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 178 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Page 264 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
Page 85 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so: For what is in this world but grief and woe ? O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Page 32 - E'en now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, I sit me down a pensive hour to spend ; And placed on high above the storm's career, Look downward where an hundred realms appear ; Lakes, forests, cities, plains extending wide, The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride.
Page 485 - Out of every corner of the woods and glens they came creeping forth upon their hands, for their legs could not bear them; they looked like anatomies of death ; they spake like ghosts crying out of their graves...
Page 420 - Me, of these Nor skill'd nor studious, higher argument "Remains ; sufficient of itself to raise That name, unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years damp my intended wing Depress'd ; and much they may, if all be mine, Not hers, who brings it nightly to my ear.
Page 383 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 60 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth ! The banquet hath its hour, Its feverish hour of mirth, and song, and wine; There comes a day for griefs o'erwhelming power, A time for softer tears...
Page 319 - If stately passions in me burn, And one chance look to thee should turn, I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure — The homely sympathy that heeds The common life our nature breeds, A wisdom fitted to the needs Of hearts at leisure.